Like a plank of

Like a plank of driftwood Tossed on the watery main, Another plank encountered, Meets, touches, parts again; So tossed, and drifting ever, On life’s unresting sea, Men meet, and greet, and sever, Parting eternally. Edwin Arnold

Belgarath and Garion effortlessly

Belgarath and Garion effortlessly hurdled over the driftwood and loped off into the fog. It’s going to be a wet day, Garion noted soundlessly as he ran alongside the great silver wolf. Your fur won’t melt. I know, but my paws get cold when they’re wet. I’ll have Durnik make you some little booties. That … Read more

Do not think I

Do not think I do not realise what I am doing. I am making a composition using the following elements: the winter beach; the winter moon; the ocean; the women; the pine trees; the riders; the driftwood; the shells; the shapes of darkness and the shapes of water; and the refuse. These are all inimical … Read more